Off to the airport-Goodbye California
We left for the airport and decided that our last meal in California would be a quick bite with Larry's mom at Jack-in-the-Box, somewhere we rarely eat but thought, what the heck! We'll be eating god-knows-what for the next three weeks, lets splurge. We made it safely to Dallas for our layover where we witnessed an interesting encounter at the airport bar between an elderly gentlemen (wearing a spotted tie-apparently very offensive to some!) and a younger man who was covered in tattoos (also apparently offensive). Anyway, it helped pass the time. Soon we were on our way to Chicago.
After arriving at 2:30 am at Jeff and Judy's apartment due to some airport delays, we were relieved to hear Jeff's voice from his balcony, indicating that we were in fact, in the right place--because for a moment we were worried when the taxi driver took us down an alley way that we didn't think Jeff lived on!! We spent 20 minutes or so catching up, but sleep got the better of us, and we decided to call it a night. That next morning, we had a delicious brunch with Jeff, Judy, Johno, Seth and Jenny. Soon, after taking in some Cubs-White Sox baseball (Larry's goodbye to American sports), we hopped on the Blue Line train and made our way back to the airport, our unofficial home for the next 3 days. After one last American meal, we boarded our plane and were off across the globe.